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Juno and the Paycock: Quotes

I ofen looked up at the sky an’ assed meself the question – what is the moon, what is the stars?

Th’ whole worl’s in a terrible state o’ chassis.

Never tired o’ lookin’ for a rest.

it’s nearly time we had a little less respect for the dead, an’ a little more regard for the living.

Isn’t all religions curious?-if they weren’t you wouldn’t get anyone to believe in them.

It’ll have what’s far better- it’ll have two mothers.

It doesn’t matter what you say, ma – a principle’s a principle.

She is a well-made and good-looking girl of twenty-two. (Mary)

She is forty-five years of age, and twenty years ago she must have been a pretty woman. (Juno)

… seven wounds he head – one entherin’ the neck, with an exit wound beneath the left shoulder-blade; another in the left breast penethratin’ the heart, an’…

Wan victim wasn’t enough. When the employers sacrifice wan victim, the Trades Unions go wan betther be sacrficin’ a hundred.

A principle’s a principle.

… he is a thin delicate fellow … He has evidently gone through a rough time. His face is pale and drawn; … fear in his eyes. (Johnny)

He is a man of about sixty; stout, grey-haired and stocky. His neck is short, and his head looks like a stone ball … upper part of his body slightly thrown back, … His walk is a slow consequential strut … he wears a faded seaman’s cap with a glazed peak.

… his eyes have a cunning twinkle; … he has a habit of constantly shrugging his shoulders.

… when the cat’s away, the mice can play!

I’ve a little spirit left in me still!

One that says all is God an’ no man; an’ th’ other that says all is man an’ no God!

Have none of yous any respect for the Irish people’s National regard for the dead?

Ah, him that goes a borrownin’ goes a sorrowin’!

I’ll put some o’ the gorgeous feathers out o’ your tail!

– your humanity is just as narrow as th’ humanity o’ th’ others.

Sacred Heart o’ Jesus, have mercy on me!

Ah, what can God do agen th’ stupidity o’ men!

It’ll have what’s far betther – it’ll have two mothers.

What was th’ pain I suffered, Johnny, bringin’ you into th’ world to carry you to yours cradle to th’ pains I’ll suffer carryin’ you out o’ th’ world to bring you to your grave!